pieces of the puzzle

when young an innocent
the feeling is quite known
that the wholeness being one
is absent though you’ve grown

carved and jigsawed internally
not present from outside
when looking in the mirror
you want to run and hide

it’s like vitaligo
of the spirit and the soul
from time to time you lose patch’s
painting over them to look whole

pieces of the puzzle
don’t always fit
where they came from

that’s when you’re dragged
along the ground
forced in place until your numb

but over time these pieces
somehow begin to fit
you always have that one piece
that falls out when you sit

that one piece is the one piece
most important in your life
i found it is my long lost love
some day she’ll be my wife

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